Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.